Showing posts with label Millie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Millie. Show all posts

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Millie

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This girl. This girl has perfected her drunken toddler stumble walk. She calls everyone Dada, though I’ve heard her say Maamaaa. Sometimes she says something that sounds like Gacie. She says hey.

She loves her maw maws and Paw paws, but doesn’t like strangers. She loves mama and dada and gets upset when someone goes out the door. She eats lots of different things and likes to share with Lily. She loves the bathroom and tried very hard to get in there. She knows that keys unlock doors and takes all the keys she finds to the doors. She picks up Grace’s backpack and lunch kit and goes to the door to wait. She gets into the animal food and water. She pitches a great fit and bucks and goes limp.

She loves phones and computers and remotes. She still has her mysterious rash, though it’s gotten better.

She loves baby dolls and stuffed animals and is sweet to them. She is curious about things around her. She loves to look at and handle books. She loves cartoons.

She has not been sleeping well lately. She’s been getting up in the middle of the night for a few hours and refuses to go back to sleep, which makes everyone (Scott) miserable.

Monday, September 2, 2013

Cranky baby and the mysterious rash

For all of Millie’s adorable smiles, she’s the crankiest baby we’ve had. She can be full and clean, but still scream, holler and push you away. Especially her sister. She’s very strong willed and if you tell her “no,” it just makes her more determined to do whatever. She thinks she’s something when she manages to get into the bathroom to look around. Or when she gets ahold of your phone or remote control. She can lift the lid of the computer. She likes to play in the animal’s water.
Right now she has reason to be cranky. She’s had a rash for about 3 weeks. She looks like a leper. We took her to the doctor initially and she said it was a viral rash. When it got worse, we took her back and the doctor said it was scabies – a mite and highly contagious. I doubt that, though the medicine for it did seem to work for awhile. If it were scabies, we’d all have it, and we don’t. But it’s getting worse again. It was getting better, now it’s worse.
When I was little I had eczema and the doctor said it was hay mites. I got Millie some baby eczema lotion to help with the itch and it helped for awhile, but it didn’t heal. So I don’t know what’s going on. She’s not sleeping well, which may be related and may not be related. Poor baby. She looks like a leper. We’ve rewashed all of her bedding and stuffed animals. I guess we’ll start tracking her food to see if it might be a food allergy. Sometimes she’s pretty miserable with it and sometimes she’s just fine. It’s back on her face, so it looks worse than she feels now.
Pobre baby!
   CB1CB2

Friday, July 26, 2013

More from May - Millie's 1st Birthday


Oh, my very last baby is 1. She's such a delight. We had her party the Sunday after recital, because, you know, we had to make that weekend as busy as possible. Really I did it so that if Scott's sisters were able to come in for the recital they could be here for the party too. I can't remember if either of them were there. Not many people showed up. I was disappointed that more family didn't come, but I'm grateful the ones who came made the trip. It was a nice day, though the venue was crowded. We ended up way back from where I wanted to be, but it was shady and the kids were able to go to the park and play. 
Her birthday breakfast
Birthday invitation
So what is Millie doing now that she's one? Well, she isn't walking. We think she can, but she gets around better on her hands and knees. She can knee-walk, which is super cute. She isn't talking really, though, again, I think she can but just won't. She's been saying "Dada" for months. She has said "Mama," but she doesn't really. Anytime I prompt her to, she says "Dada." She's stubborn and determined. She only sleeps in her crib, for naps and bed. She won't fall asleep anywhere else, which is one reason my parents don't keep her much and she doesn't do well away from home. She makes her rounds in the kitchen, dumping out the chalk bin, taking tupperwares out of the cabinet, unpacking her bottle box and taking down water bottles that I had stacked up. She likes to watch cartoons. She likes to climb in chairs. She likes to play in her sister's room. She loves her blue fish and round owl. 
Trying to use chalk as lipstick.

Playing with birthday toys


Guarding Sissy's fort

She loves dishwashers.